Cleaning, found this from many years ago

It is hard to hold
      onto a soapy glass
I thought
      with the hollow metallic drum sound
      and the holding
      of breath receding
nothing broken

Then.
What else is hard to hold
What else slips from our
      grip to clatter into the sink

Love you say
Au contraire mi amore

Perhaps you are right
      Coin flip.


This edition of emo poetry brought to you by writing things in notebooks and then not looking at them again for many years. Fun.

Don't F#(& with the Poets

Was reading some posts on one of my favorite political blogs, Firedoglake (of Plamegate fame), and found this post, Don't Mess With the Poets.  Now I'm not a poet in the sense that I actually write any poetry, but I am a wannabe poet in that I want to be one and because I feel a kinship to the rebelness of poetry (that is not a typo, I mean rebelness not rebelliousness) and think that if I got off my ass I might be able to make a good go at it (I'm working on it), so I read the post.  Good stuff, especially as an introduction to Poets Against War.  That's all for now, might expand on this over the weekend.